Scarlet’s POV

As soon as we went into the Emergency Room, we told a nurse about Abigail’s condition, and a stretcher was brought out for her. She was placed onto it, and I followed them as they carried her into the ward. Mom stayed out in the Waiting Room. The nurse advised us to calm down and let the doctor handle her care.

In the meantime, I was trying to calm her down, but she was screaming, banging her head, and looking around for God’s presence. We both had to wash our hands since we were covered in blood. The sight of blood subconsciously made me sick but for the sake of my sister I held myself strong.

Also, Abigail needs a blood transfusion. I was the only one to have the same blood type as her, so I had to donate blood. Without prompting, I agreed to the donation. It wasn’t painful because, in my heart, I was bonded with God, and I knew He would take care of me.

Once we were done, I went out to the waiting room, waiting for Dad to come. Abigail was alive but now unconscious. Part of me felt like I was burning in Hell. One of the reasons she did this was because of me. The guilt poured out like lava into my heart.

If I hadn’t been careless, this wouldn’t have happened. She’s suffering because of me. And I hate myself for it. There’s no way I would forgive myself if she died.

Our parents and I stayed in the waiting room for a few more hours until they told us that Abigail was awake. Even though they were hesitant at first, they eventually let us see her.

When Mom and I went into the small hospital room, she was lying there with her head on the pillow and an IV attached to her arm. Her injured hand was covered in bandages and tape. When our eyes met, she burst into tears. Slowly, we embraced in a light hug. Mom kissed her forehead, and Dad watched over us.

Dad was stunned and kept staring at Abigail, shaking his head and pacing. He was speechless and emotionless. But he’s usually like this.

I don’t know whether every dad acts this way, but his not showing emotions isn’t healthy. She deserves a warm hug after dealing with something like this. That would speed up the healing process.

“Thank God you’re alive, Abigail,” Mom said, caressing her hair.

Abigail closed her eyes in response; she wasn’t strong enough to speak.

However, my Dad ignored that as he paced, his gaze focused intently and unflinchingly on Mom and Abigail.

“Why Abigail? Just tell me, why did you do this?” he asked.

For some reason, I wasn’t on his radar. I don’t know whether it was frustration or a matter of priority. But whatever it was, he wasn’t pleased with us.

“Let’s talk about this once we get home; Abigail needs a break,” Mom said.

Dad scoffed, attracting the attention of patients and doctors outside the room.

“A break? Is that what she needs? Well, she almost took a permanent one!” he yelled.

Mom put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a look. This wasn’t the time or place for such a lecture.

“Calm down.”

Dad snorted and turned to Mom, glaring at her fiercely. I was alarmed, but I didn’t say anything. I knew better than to get involved in my parents’ arguments.

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“You were supposed to care for the girls and inquire about their problems.”

Mom glared back at him for his accusing tone and crossed her arms, her green eyes lighting up in fury. When she spoke, her voice was dripping with rage.

“Oh, so now you’re putting this on me?”

Dad’s blue eyes were full of challenge.

“Fine. I’ll stay home and take care of the girls while you handle my job. How does that sound?” Dad snapped.

The way he spoke to my mom made me glare at him, trying to catch his gaze, but he just didn’t look at me. Maybe he’s stressed.

Mom waved off his tone with her hand. She didn’t have any sympathy in her eyes when she spoke her following words.

“Abigail and Scarlet are almost adults, so I can’t focus on them all day. I have a life and in case you’ve forgotten, your favourite daughter is here too. Not to mention, I must take care of my mom and the household chores. Don’t blame me for everything.” she looked at me , so i was the favourite daughter of dad . how interesting.

Our parents’ argument escalated further, but I tuned them out. Instead, I focused on Abigail, whose gaze was directed at my parents’ fuming mouths. With each word, she looked like she wanted to cry.

Did she regret being alive? I wondered.

She ignored me while I held onto her hand and didn’t speak. In fact, she fell asleep despite the volume of our parents’ angry shouts. The doctors, having heard our parents’ obnoxious argument, threw us out because they were causing too much noise and irritating the other patients.

We stayed in the waiting room until evening but had to leave since visiting hours were over. But before we did, the doctor said Abigail had to stay at the hospital for a few days due to her weak condition.

Once we got home from the hospital, I took a shower with Mazie. But I was thinking about the thing with Victor. I knew I had to make a decision tonight. I always trusted Pathum and his thoughts on the subject; I never doubted it and hated myself for doing so.

He left a message as soon as I messaged him.

Pathum: Scarlet, do it.

Scarlet: Are you sure?

Pathum: Yes. I’m sure. For death or glory, sweetie. I’m here.

Scarlet: Gotcha.

So, I gathered all the pictures and shared a detailed message about today’s events. I waited but didn’t get Victor’s reply until just before midnight. When I did, I texted Pathum.

Scarlet: I got a reply from Victor.

Pathum: Good. Now talk to him.

I summoned all my strength and entered the chat reluctantly. I was dreading this so much. But the first thing I saw was an impatient message from Victor.

Unknown: Why isn’t Abigail answering the phone?

Scarlet: I have already answered all your questions. So, what more do you want, Victor? Aren’t you tired of playing this game?

Unknown: Give me what I want, and I’ll delete everything I have of her.

Scarlet: And what is it that you want?

Unknown: YOU.

Scarlet: Oh…. That’s it?

Unknown: No. You could do me one more favour.

Scarlet: What is it?

Unknown: I want an accurate picture of you in exchange for Abigail’s miserable life.

Scarlet: Okay. But how can I trust you?

Unknown: You know me, Scarlet. I’m a man of my word.

Scarlet: Fine. I’ll think about it.

Unknown: thats my sweet girl. I would give you the world if you would would keep that attitude.

Scarlet: But what if my family and I report this to the police? Will they take you down?

Unknown: It’ll only fail miserably.

Scarlet: How?

Unknown: I doubt the police would work against me, but the most important fact is that you can’t reveal the dirty truth about Abigail.

Scarlet: And why not?

Unknown: If your mama finds out, all hell will break loose.

Scarlet: Oh, you’re a vile mistake of God.

Unknown: Sweet girl, God doesn’t make mistakes.

Scarlet: Don’t teach me about that. I know better.

Unknown: Okay. So sweet girl, do me the favour of saving your sister, and then let’s enjoy our life together.